Richie Cunning - Still Livin'

Welcome to the night train
(I can remember)
I can remember, yo
(I can remember)

See I was never one to mess around with none of the fake shit
I learned the basics from my ace that I used to trade tapes with
And we was sittin' in class, watchin' the clock tickin'
And waitin' 'til we can be kickin' raps in the basement
We was a tag team, young rap fiends
Caught the microphone fever, and we didn't want the vaccine
Bad days, rap made them good
Nevertheless I was nervous 'cause I was new to the neighborhood
On the block hard pumpin' I was cuttin' across
The boulevard so the thugs wouldn't start nothin'
Me and my dog, we was keepin' it raw
Dubbin' our own instrumentals with blank tapes and pause button
Constantly confronted and chased, seems like I couldn't go a day without a punch in the face
They laughed at me at school, they said
"Who's that guy, the quiet little white kid with two black eyes"
I couldn't take it ten years old gettin' attacked
He was the only reason that I didn't collapse
My man Will saw me fallin' apart, he said
"I know they hit hard, but you gotta start hittin' them back"
So I did it, raised my knuckles and swung proper
Me and Iron Will, a couple of young boppers and
Man, he got an earful 'cause nobody liked it
A young black boy stickin' up for the white kid
We was together every day of the week
Bangin' beats while we sat up at the table to eat
He pulled me out of all my dark days and cold nights
He was more than my friend, man, he was my whole life
And now

Now that you left me
What will I do?
What will I do, girl
And I said

Why?
Bottom line is wishin' that he still was around
Why?
I remember it used to be
Why?
Bottom line is wishin' that he still was around
Why?
Ayy, yo, I wish he was still livin', word

Ayy, yo, skinny ninth grader, SCO
Black hat, backpack, I'm at every show
Went from tryin' not to get beat down on Broadway
To rhymin' at San Francisco Public High School hallway
Runnin' around, thinkin' I was a G
Drinkin' bottles of brandy, smokin' powerful weed
That was me, white tee with the Jordan wristband
On the bus, listenin' to my thirty-dollar disc-man
I gave a fuck about permission and rules
I got in trouble I had to go to three different schools
I wasn't payin' attention to the teacher or the lesson plan
I was in the back studyin' Nas and Method Man
And I never really lost the flame
I hit lunchtime cypher, met Godfrey James
And it didn't take long, we started writin' songs
And before we both knew it, we was off the chain
Mix the Third Street flavor with the uptown flow
Runnin' 'round the city straight murderin' shows
And yo', the po's couldn't stand us, still spittin' a verse
While we were sittin' on the curb wearin' handcuffs
School, we barely set foot in the place
Playin' hookey at the record store, lookin' for breaks
Everyday seem like it was nothin' but green grass
But I had a mean past, and I couldn't escape
Now come on

Why?
Bottom line is wishin' that he still was around
Why?
I remember how it used to be
Why?
Bottom line is wishin' that he still was around
Why?
Ayy, yo, I wish he was still livin', word

Ayy, yo, this life is a heart breaker
It ain't a thing that they can tell you to help you sustain the pain
First, the sun shinin' (sun shinin'), but when the sun goes down
It's just another cold night on the train
I walked a lonely mile as a only child
Inherited a dream from my brother who showed me how
To keep my dukes up, my man no longer with me
But I see him under every lamp in this cold city
I never got a "goodbye" (goodbye)
Even with the accident happenin' right in front of my eyes
And every year his birthday flies right on by
That's why I still cry every fourth of July
He told me that we was brothers, and I guess he was right
'Cause part of me'll be alone for the rest of my life
I never had my man standin' at a stick-up for me, and
I never seen when he was gonna grow up to be
I sit alone, and I stare at his hat
Thinkin' back about when I was too embarrassed to rap
He said, "Richie, your shit is ill, son, spit that shit"
He said, "No Richie, for real, son, spit that shit"
So I did it, started gettin' loose with a pen
And motherfuck blowin' up, man, I do it for him
To the Heaven above, and the Hell below
Just know Richie Cunning is a two man show
It's like that

Why?
Bottom line is wishin' that he still was around
Why?
I remember how it used to be

Now that you left me
What will I do?
What will I do, girl
And I said

Yeah
Richie Cunning
Iron Will
I'll see you on the next train, homie

Written by:
Richie Cunning

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